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Chapter 59 Plant a Miracle!

Silly Zhu probably saw the fear in her expression, and pulled her to sit outside the cave, and then led someone to clean the cave himself, and then transported the grain bags in and stacked them.

Zhao Qingshan sent the convoy away, and finally climbed up the mountain but saw that the work was done, so he wanted to help close the door and lock it.Dong Rong stopped him and said, "There are still a few truckloads of food that will arrive soon."

After hearing this, the handymen also felt that something was wrong.Everyone looked at each other, and finally poked Zhao Qingshan to speak.Zhao Qingshan was also curious, so he asked in a roundabout way, "My boss bought so much grain, but does he have other plans? Is he planning to recruit more people?"

Just now Dong Rong was hesitating whether to remind everyone, and after thinking about it, she replied vaguely, "I have no other plans, I just heard that there is a severe drought in the south, and I am afraid that there will be a shortage of food in winter, so I will prepare more Some. If your families have space in front of and behind the house, you should also plant some sweet potatoes and taro, so that you can fill your belly at critical moments."

"My boss is right. It's very hot this year, and we don't get much rain here."

"That's right. I heard that Liujiabao has relatives from the south who have come to seek refuge. It seems that their place is so dry that the grass is dying."

Everyone began to discuss, although they may not treat the storage of food as an imminent matter, but at least they all take it to heart.When I return home from work in the evening, I mobilize the old women, daughters-in-law and children, the walls are covered with dried vegetables, and the wasteland in front of and behind the house is turned over to plant a few ridges of potatoes, sweet potatoes and taro, regardless of whether they are harvested or not.

Dong Rong reminded others, so naturally she would not leave her behind.The several acres of Susukida at the foot of the orchard mountain have just been covered with fertile pond mud, and now they have been plowed twice, and all of them are planted with sweet potatoes.This food tastes sweet and satisfies hunger. Even if people can't eat it, it can be fed to pigs. In short, it will not be white.

After finishing these tasks, she never mentioned the word "famine" again.On the one hand, it was because she was afraid that the news would go wrong, and some villain would take the opportunity to label her as a rumor-monger, and on the other hand, it was also because she wanted to concentrate on taking care of a few apple trees.

In the past few nights, she has been busy cutting and sewing the thinnest oil paper she bought into small palm-sized bags. Then, when Dong Pingxiu Mu came up the mountain, the family of three got busy with their own division of labor.

Shazhu was too strong to do delicate work, so he was sent to stand guard outside to prevent strangers from breaking in.Originally, Dong Rong planned to climb the tree to bag the fruit herself, but Dong Ping was afraid that her sister would attract poisonous snakes again, so she refused to agree to it.In the end, Dong Rong had to guide the ladder while holding the ladder under the tree. Fortunately, Dong Ping was smart and dexterous, and after a few tricks, it became more and more smooth.

Murong Huaide whispered to the Jiazi team to help guard, and then leaned on a tree trunk with a straw stick in his mouth to watch the excitement.The handymen were all busy at the foot of the mountain, and Mrs. Yu, Mrs. Liu and others were ordered not to come over, so the apple grove was extremely quiet at this moment.Except for the occasional singing and singing of birds, only the talking and laughing of the Dong family siblings remained.

Murong Huaide closed his eyes comfortably while listening to the faint laughter from the mountain wind. Perhaps the mountain wind was too cool and the sunlight was too gentle, so he fell asleep unconsciously.In the dreamland, she was wearing a beautiful dress and sitting under the tree smiling, while he was playing around the tree with his lovely children...

Dong Rong and Dong Ping had been busy for a long time, and the sweat dripped down from the sun, so they stopped and planned to continue after lunch.The two of them yelled a few times, but they didn't see any response from Shazhu, and they came all the way to find him, only to find that he was sleeping very soundly.

Dong Rong was so funny that she stepped forward and pinched his nose and mouth until he woke up, then sat down and shouted, "Let me watch the wind, why did you fall asleep? Did you dream about something good, and you laughed silly .”

It was a pity that Sha Zhu's dream was interrupted by her, and he said perfunctorily, "I dreamed that there were golden apples growing on the tree."

Dong Ping also sat down after hearing this, and said with a smile, "Borrowing my brother-in-law!"

"Hmph." Dong Rong stretched out her hand and knocked on the two of them one by one, and said angrily, "I originally planted golden apples!"

After finishing speaking, she raised her eyes to look at the oil paper bags that were flaunting in the mountain wind not far away, and proudly announced, "No, what I plant is a miracle!"

Dong Ping and Sha Zhu looked at each other, deliberately put on a strange face and refused to answer.Dong Rong stomped her feet angrily, "If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

Both Sha Zhu and Dong Ping laughed, "Okay, I'll wait."

Dong Rong felt that she was underestimated by her younger brother and silly husband. Since then, she has been holding back a lot of energy in her heart, soaking in a few apple trees every day, catching insects today, watering tomorrow, and weeding the next day. .Occasionally when I was free, I racked my brains to recall how my parents pasted words on the fruit in my previous life.It's a pity that she left home early because of her studies, and she has only heard of many skills, but has never practiced them. Now she can only slowly explore while praying to the God of time travel to open her golden fingers.

Just like that, the days passed by like running water, and soon after the beginning of autumn, the Baogu field outside Yimianpo Village gradually lost its blue color and began to turn pale yellow.

The various projects in the Four Seasons Garden are also in the final stage. The shrub walls around the orchard have grown to the height of half a person, several gravel roads have been paved evenly, and the thatched pavilion in the middle of the pond has also been built. The trestle railings on the shore have been painted with varnish.Near the foot of the mountain, three adobe houses rose from the ground. Although simple, it is more than enough to raise hundreds of chickens.

On the peach tree halfway down the mountain, the hairy peaches are slowly turning red. Although the taste is not very good, it is also very good as a snack for children.After Zhao Qingshan asked Dong Rong for instructions, he found a good weather to pick all the peaches, and then drove them to the fruit shop that he used to frequent.Thinking about these more than 100 baskets of peaches, even if they don't sell many, they still cost more than [-] taels of silver, which can barely be regarded as the first income of the orchard.

However, things just didn't go well.The little steward who was familiar with Zhao Qingshan in the past lost his smile when he saw Zhao Qingshan on the road. Pigs hate it.

Zhao Qingshan was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he wanted not to sell it, but because there was only one fruit shop in the whole county, he had to patiently flatter and flatter the little steward, and in the end he gave a dime of silver to be honest.

It turns out that the owner of the shop is named Xue, and the young master of the Xue family specially sent a little book boy to deliver a letter a few days ago. This autumn, all the fruit will be accepted, except for the Chen family's orchard. Of course, it is the Four Seasons Garden today. .

It was only then that Zhao Qingshan realized that his boss had met a villain, and he had no choice but to drag the fruit back to the orchard.

After hearing what Zhao Qingshan had said, Dong Rong thought that among all the people she knew, there was only that dude surnamed Xue who bullied Dong Ping that day, so she rolled her eyes fiercely, and said to herself, "It's really a narrow road for enemies."

Zhao Qingshan was worried that there was nowhere to put the pile of peaches, so he tried politely, "Master, the little steward said that their young master is also studying in the academy. See, do you need to ask Master Ping to intercede..."

Dong Rong waved her hands vigorously, and said with a sneer, "Brother Ping is going to be a scholar soon, how can he be distracted by a little thing at this time?"

Zhao Qingshan rubbed his hands and sighed, "Then we have to find a way, master, the peaches should rot after a few days."

Dong Rong frowned and pondered for a while before saying, "Let sister-in-law Qiu and the others bring a basket these days, and sell them when they sell ice bowls. Remember that the price is lower than the market price. All the remaining peaches are made into wine, and then buried. Go under the peach tree, maybe next year the peach blossoms will bloom, and this peach wine can be sold at a good price."

Zhao Qingshan had no other good solution, so he could only bow his head and agree.

Dong Rong couldn't see his dejected look, and laughed and scolded, "It's just a small thing, it's not a big deal, and our orchard doesn't count on these peaches to make a living! Xue's shop doesn't accept peaches this time, so there must be pears left over." , pomegranates and dates will no longer be harvested. Why don’t we all follow this method, store what can be stored, and make wine for what can’t be stored.”

Zhao Qingshan cheered up, and managed to squeeze a smile on his face.When he got out of the house, he told the handymen to unload the trucks while secretly muttering to himself, "The orchard doesn't expect to sell fruit to make money, so what else can it expect? Is the owner mad?"

Not to mention that Zhao Qingshan was puzzled, but only said that Young Master Xue in the academy was also puzzled. There was news from the shop that he had refused to buy the shrew's fruit from the Dong family, and the rumors had also spread.Why didn't Dong Juncheng come to him to kowtow to subdue him?Could it be that the shrew of the Dong family would rather pay money than let her younger brother bow to him?
What is so good about Dong Juncheng, the teacher talked about it all day long, not to mention praise, and the classmates also liked to associate with him.Now there is even a sister who has given up a lot of money to protect her, so why is he so lucky?
Thinking this way, he turned his head to look at Dong Ping, who was studying hard by the window, and became dazed, completely ignoring what the husband said in front of him.Needless to say, the consequences of not paying attention to class are serious.The thick "A New Explanation of the Analects of Confucius" was put on the desk again, and Young Master Xue spent countless nights cursing Dong's siblings while writing vigorously.

Of course, his cursing had no effect on Dong Rong at all.After eating that night, Dong Rong stood on a high place and looked at the beautiful and peaceful land that belonged to her on the mountain and down the mountain. She was so proud that she dragged Silly Zhu around in joy.When I was able to come back, I felt that the evening wind was much cooler, so I realized that I should start to remove the bags and post notes for apples.

A few days ago, Gui Sheng, who finished his work, paid his wages and took his mother home.Dong Rong was very reluctant to let the old lady leave, but no matter how good her place was, it was not the home of the mother and son, so she could only bring some food for the old lady, and then sent them down the mountain.

But in this way, there are only the young couple left in the hut, which is cleaner and more convenient.Dong Rong took a brush and dipped it in ink to write on the thin oiled paper spread out, and then cut out along the writing.But her idea is good, but the font is really hard to come by, no matter in the previous life or in this life, she has no chance to practice a lot, so how can she write a good handwriting?

(End of this chapter)